"Who am I? I rather ask who are you to enter my personal teleporter!" The man is annoyed by Moritz presence. Though his eyes signals he's rather confused than annoyed.
"Hey, why did you show up in our base, Herr?"
"You're saying a military base? Where am I actually?" He asked rather politely to Moritz.
"You're in a base of the Pherith Empire. I'm sorry but you have to stay here to be interrogated."
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Around the eastern side of New Malacca territories, several planes suddenly appears as they drop bombs across the borders.
"Glory to the Oceania!"
The coastal defenses, although surprised, react to the air threats fairly quickly. SAM Sites and Stryker IFVs unleash barrages of target-seeking missiles against the air threats, and the Oceania planes are hit by rains of hundred-percent accurate laser rays from Teratorns, Aeroblazes and Obelisks of Darkness.
As the Pherithian authorities are alarmed by the surprise bombings, anti-air forces are mobilized to the coasts (and some to important locations such as cities) along with regular troops to defend the anti-air forces.
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Right at where the talking Partisan was, he was beheaded by only a second. Shocking the nearby Partisans and left with fear as a very cold air just passed them.
"What the fuck? Was that swordman using the Pencil of Doom?"
"Pencil of Doom? That means... Deroc is Dolfy Hit--???"
"Blasphemy! Our divine Kaiser is absolutely NOT some despicable ranting devil! You troublemakers are much more closer to that ranting imbecile!" Moritz yelled back in offence.
The stupid partisans are distracted by their argument with Moritz and lost in their curiosity, rendering them extremely vulnerable to sudden attacks. As Moritz is busy arguing with the partisans, Deldrach takes control of several Moritz' Falcon Prism Hovercrafts to move toward a lake and roast all of these partisans in a few blows.
Within a few seconds, these partisans perish in the rays of prism light, into pitch-black ashes.
The surviving partisans are greatly shocked upon the dreaded sight of the prism attacks along with the Falcon Prism Hovercrafts themselves. However, most of them insisted on fighting on to delay the PIA advance.
"I see." Forde notices that not only they're slow, but they have a very weak spot. Forde commandeers his Tick Tank, and aimed at the very hole of one of the Tiger's barrel. "Fire!" The Tick Tank fires and hit its mark, it went inside the barrel of the Tiger, and it exploded. "Holy shit" the Tick Tank driver said. The rest of troops was left in awe as how good is Commander Forde's aim is.
"What?!?! How can you brats pierce the mighty armor of the Tigers?!?! You must be using a Pencil of Doom!"
Forde came out of the Tick Tank. And the nearby troops increased their morale. "That showed them, soldiers of the Empire, charge!" Forde releases a battle cry and his troops were greatly morales and started to break through the Partisans.
The stubborn partisans are trying to hold their front, and more and more partisans poured in to delay the PIA advance for as long as possible. In addition, the partisans dispatched a few rogue Tick Tanks to fend off Forde's forces.
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Things going for Forde's forces well. Suddenly, a pack of Ocean Jet (as of now, they're unidentified) appeared at the skies and drop a hail of bombs, destroying many tiger tanks, tick tanks, IFVs, and killing many infantries of both Partisan and Forde's army.
"Watch out, Forde!" Moritz shouted.
"Damn these jets... I am coming for them!" As he finishes his words, several Aeroblazes and Stryker IFVs, along with Teratorns get moving and attempt to attack the Ocean Jets. Platoons of Rocket Infantries, escorted by a few other platoons of Light infantries, approach the slowly-advancing Ocean Jets and open fire against them.
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"That's my intention. Smoke?" she offered her lighted cig as thank you for the information. Accepting would make it an indirect kiss.
"Thanks," the man pulled out his right hand and took the cig, smiling at Aedari. He lighted the cig afterwards and began smoking, as he looked at the ceiling daydreaming.
"Don't worry lads, I just returned from burning down a good chunk of a certain library I got it all recorded on this disc. It'll be in tomorrow's newspaper as well - oh right, I killed one of the guards as well though I don't got that recorded, but it'll likely be in the newspaper as I said."
All the partisans nearby were surprised. "R... really? Let us have a look,"
A nearby gentleman took the disc and placed it inside a karaoke player. As the player closed its mouth, the recording began to play in the monitor. "Hmm..."
"Excellent! Not only you managed to slaughter some ugly elves, but we can also spread the awareness by using this. Heh heh heh, the elf-whore's undoing is near, and her slave will also be facing his downfall and punishment..."
"I suspected y'all wouldn't trust an elf like me, but I assure you I want Azlariah dead as much as you."
"What?!?! Are you kidding us? An elf?! You must be joking, girl! Those fucking elves really hate us the true Pherithians, and they even collaborated with the bankers to fuck up our life! You made the right choice to join us, and we all know it -- you are a true Pherithian, wanting to see all the despicable elves and plutocrats dead."
Nobody really believed it. She doesn't seem to have any knife-ears, plus she appeared to be the sexiest "Pherithian" lady in the eyes of the partisans. The most important thing, pursuing the downfall of all elves and corrupt plutocrats is one of the things this Putsch seeks.
"And you are one of the most beauteous Pherithian lady we have ever seen! No elf can be that sexy, girl~~" another lustful partisan commented.
She'd then follow the first gentleman to the counter.
"Okay, please fill in this form, afterwards you are going to swear an oath and await for further instructions," said the registrar as he passes a form to Aedari. This form asks for basic information (name, DOB, gender, citizenship status, etc) as well as a brief summary why does she want to join the Putsch, a bunch of questions and the Patriotic Socialist Ghee Hin Triad.
, waiting for Directive's post
